BAM! This week I dyed my hair purple!
I’ve been dying my hair for about a year and a half now. I started in October 2016, going dark brown to more realistically emulate Jessica Jones for Halloween. I ended up loving my hair darker and have kept it that way since. This was my first time actually going for a non-natural color, though! The closest I’d gotten before this was burgundy, but even that passed as natural after a week or so.
My feelings: gonestly, after I first did it, I thought “Oh god, what have I done?!” The purple has been a bit difficult to get used to for a few reasons. Firstly – I didn’t do the greatest dye job ever. In the past, the colors I’ve chosen have always been relatively similar, so even if I messed up a bit, it still blended pretty well with the color I had before. This was different. Purple is different. Some of my hair is still burgundy in the back, and you can definitely tell. Additionally, I missed a tiny root section right at the front of my head, and LORD KNOWS it’s all I notice when I look in the mirror. I also accidentally dyed my scalp very purple, and it’s taken about 3 washes to actually return it to normal skin.
Secondly, it feels so much bolder than anything I’ve done before, because I know that when people see it, it’s not “natural.” They know I chose the color, which makes me feel like they could judge it more harshly if they don’t like it. I’ve had it for a little less than a week now, though, and already I’m feeling more okay with it – liking it, even!
I’ve always felt the redemptive quality with hair is that even if I really don’t like it, I can change it in a month or so. Or just get a really short hair cut! It will always grow back and/or revert to my natural color. (Can we apply this as a metaphor to the soul? Hells yes, we can. Regardless of the masks we put on for other people, our authentic self is always still underneath. Unmask her! She cute!)
Moving onto other goal areas from this week:
I was impressed with my running this week! I honestly try not to track how fast I go, as my goal isn’t speed, but endurance. I don’t want to get so obsessed with hitting numbers that I lose sight of the other achievements I’m making – like actively choosing to run 3 times a week at all (that in and of itself is freaking nuts). That said – I hit a 9:34 mile this week, which, for me, is pretty stellar! I don’t think I’ve been under 10 minutes since before college (mainly, because I never tried / sustained a running practice).
I’ve started reading Howard’s End, by E.M. Forster. I’m only a few chapters in but ohhh, I just love Forster’s humor and prose. I’ve been laughing my way through Helen’s letters, Margaret’s nonchalance, and Aunt Juley’s constant befuddlement. The story is already a comedy of many errors, and I’m not even 50 pages in!
It feels nice to be back in classic literature. I haven’t really touched on that this year yet. Reading Forster always reminds me that literature doesn’t have to be difficult to read. So often I feel that literature is heady, deep, and thought-provoking, but lacking in entertainment and fun. Forster’s writing is constantly an example of how these aspects are not mutually exclusive. Literature can be meaningful and fun. Don’t go fighting against the Spring!
I’ll end with noting that this Saturday was St. Patrick’s Day – my favorite holiday! I spent it with Liz, making stew, baking cupcakes, watching cheesy and delightful films set in Ireland, and all in the company of a good cat.
Quite different from last year, when I was in Ireland visiting Liz, flirting with random Italian boys, dancing with strangers in an airbnb, and generally appreciating the beautify of that magical country in person. That said – I still loved this year! It was entirely distant and different from that experience, but that made it easier to not get caught up comparing my present with the past. Both are allowed special and meaningful, without detracting from the other. Long live mutual inclusivity!
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